The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78 
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Sept 27, 2016 15:52:12 GMT -8
Elin misunderstood the drunken request, patting Grant on the head before bustling off to fetch his drinks. When she returned, she handed him a glass of fresh, cold water along with a glass of thick, creamy milk.
"Here you go, honey. You sit tight and enjoy your drinks, alright? Let me know if you want anything else."
Patting him on the head once more, she would leave unless he had something else to say. A group of lonely-looking merchants had caught her eye.
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Grant
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a total of five foot and eight inches, he is of an almost athletic build. No real meat on his bones, merely lean muscle. Adorned with the unfortunate body of the nekojin, he has a set of cat-like ears atop his head, while a tail sits at the edge of his tail bone. Both ears able to be independently moved, while the tail is a prehensile appendage all it's own. Most of his body covered in scrawled gold ink, which when put to his pale skin looks nearly invisible, however still stands out.
Clothes and Equipment: Nearly all the time, he wears a button up shirt. While it's color changes it is normally a short sleeve, even in the colder months. His pants generally hempen in make, knees of all his clothing always shredded and torn. The back side of which having a hole strictly to accommodate the tail. Underneath his shirt along the left side of his chest is a ladder of ring piercings.
His equipment aside that are just a scythe of strange make. The blade folds in on the staff, whilst it was still able to lock out with pure kinetic force. About half way down the shaft stands another secondary handle, as is most cases for actual scythes. Occasionally he adorns himself with a straight pipe, and puffing a generous amount of whatever herb he had at the time.
Registered: Sept 25, 2016 15:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Grant on Sept 27, 2016 18:31:17 GMT -8
"Thanks... but it was meant.. to be in o-one glass."
Then.. it was the pat to his head, he felt slightly ashamed and his ears showed this as they flattened out further. An almost mewling noise came from him, as his eyes squinted at her. Then the second pat touched him and he sighed, then shook his head a bit.
The alcohol had finally taken the full effect, his head was fully spinning at this point. It took him a moment before he could grab one of the glasses that had been set in front of him. He'd grabbed the water first, and downed it quickly, faster even than the shots he'd downed. The cool hit him like shock therapy, his eyes going wide as his smile grew around the glasses rim. Then he put the first down, grabbing a hold of the creamy milk, and began to slowly drink. The mixture filling his belly, and diluting the alchemic drink he'd had prior.
A shiver ran down his spine once he'd finished, his ears going perfectly erect as he sighed happily. Coming to sit up perfectly and stand, as if he'd not done what he'd done. Walking slowly around the bar, ears flicking back and forth, he was now happy, and now he was no longer thirsty.
"Should have.. just gone for the milk."
Though now he was looking for the other tenders of the bar, thinking if he really wanted to be a tender, or if there were other jobs available.
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Emperor Yavven the 17th
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 23
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Physical Description: Around 5’11 tall and weighing 150 pounds, Yavven has a very lean figure. His hair is white colored as is the fur on his two cat ears. Yavven has a tail that is long and fluffy and the same color as his hair, he is generally protective of it. One eye is blue colored while the other is green, both faint colors.
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He can generally be found wearing an expensive looking cloak of white fur that features golden buttons and scrollwork up the front. It’s generally left open in the front and the hood down. Under the cloak, he wears a pair of finely made black pants and a white dress shirt. On his neck is a collar of silver that features a rather strange emblem hanging from the front. His boots are made of a durable leather and appear well worn yet in good condition.
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Registered: Sept 27, 2016 19:42:28 GMT -8
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Post by Emperor Yavven the 17th on Sept 27, 2016 20:20:37 GMT -8
A white carriage rolled up to the doors of the Midnight Sun. Although obviously very expensive, both the carriage and the driver who was wearing a white suit were covered in mud. The horses looked exhausted as did the elderly driver, who groaned as he climbed down as hastily as he could to open the door for the occupant inside.
Out from the carriage came Yavven, who was wearing a rather wide grin as he looked around at his surroundings. So this was Isra! As soon as he stepped out from the carriage, the dirt on it was wiped away, as if it had never been there, the carriage shining brightly in the sunlight. The driver would also find himself shaken for a moment and when he looked down, both his suit and shoes showed no remnants of the mud that had previously stained them. This left the man with a look of shock on his face.
Turning to the driver with a look of ‘I told you so’, he addressed the man in a rather light, playful, voice.
“See, I told you, Lewis, having a white carriage wouldn't look bad at all wearing a white suit while traveling is completely acceptable! See, you and the carriage are completely fine, why, I can see more mud on that black carriage across the street than ours! Remember, obey the commands of your emperor! Now hang around this establishment while I have a bit of mingling with the locals and be ready to bring the carriage around when I say so.”
Leaving the driver in a rather stunned state, Yavven flips a coin towards the man over his shoulder, which bounces off the man's head and lands on the ground below. The driver finally breaks out of his stupor and hurriedly picks up the coin, climbing back in the carriage to park it.
Sniffing the air, Yavven enters the Midnight Sun, glancing around the establishment, clearly looking for someone to serve him.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
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Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 27, 2016 20:23:01 GMT -8
Zaor remains quiet, offering a nod to the waiter after Takhana placed the order. His attention was mostly on the Drow at his side and the feline across the table - to whom he settled a thin but neutral stare upon. Nodding, Naoki bids the waiter to leave. He complies with a nod of his own, excusing himself from the room and ensuring the door shuts properly on the way out. Turning back to the table and the matters at hand, Naoki nods almost imperceptibly in Takhana’s direction. It was a good call to ask for snacks, Naoki thinks. A full meal would be a little much much, and more difficult, besides. The meal isn’t intended to prolong the encounter, after all. With this spirit of expediency in mind, Naoki opts to, as she tends to, get right to the subject matter, already having offered her greetings. “As you’ve probably heard, I’m looking to open a public library in Isra. The majority of its affairs have already been settled or planned in sufficient detail. I’ve had a location picked out, contracted my construction company, a handful of carpenters, and the marble for the building is being transported as we speak.” As she lists these various provisions, Naoki counts on her fingers. “However,” she continues, dropping one hand into the other, “The primary thing I’m missing at this point is someone to run the whole thing. … I sort of already have a day-job, and most of the others I know who might be qualified do as well. This leaves me in a bit of a funny spot, but as I hear, you seem like just the gentleman for it…?” Here, she trails off, intending to prompt @faeprince to elaborate as to his qualifications. |
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on Sept 27, 2016 20:32:02 GMT -8
Takhana clearly caught Naoki's nod, as it was returned just ever so slightly, one pointed ear twitching toward the Elf at her side. She casually reached under the table and took Zaor's hand as the High Lady spoke to him, giving the appendage a comforting squeeze. They'd discussed this at length, and Takhana had unending faith in Zaor's ability to manage the library. He'd adjusted well to city life, although there were still some things that he struggled with, but that's exactly why she was there - to support him, as he supported her. She didn't interject into the conversation, not yet. There was nothing for her to say.
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Sept 28, 2016 6:14:09 GMT -8
"Thanks... but it was meant.. to be in o-one glass."
Then.. it was the pat to his head, he felt slightly ashamed and his ears showed this as they flattened out further. An almost mewling noise came from him, as his eyes squinted at her. Then the second pat touched him and he sighed, then shook his head a bit.
The alcohol had finally taken the full effect, his head was fully spinning at this point. It took him a moment before he could grab one of the glasses that had been set in front of him. He'd grabbed the water first, and downed it quickly, faster even than the shots he'd downed. The cool hit him like shock therapy, his eyes going wide as his smile grew around the glasses rim. Then he put the first down, grabbing a hold of the creamy milk, and began to slowly drink. The mixture filling his belly, and diluting the alchemic drink he'd had prior.
A shiver ran down his spine once he'd finished, his ears going perfectly erect as he sighed happily. Coming to sit up perfectly and stand, as if he'd not done what he'd done. Walking slowly around the bar, ears flicking back and forth, he was now happy, and now he was no longer thirsty.
"Should have.. just gone for the milk."
Though now he was looking for the other tenders of the bar, thinking if he really wanted to be a tender, or if there were other jobs available. Elin had left, off to go flirt with the lonely merchants with heavy pockets. However, Alan noticed the boy with the fluffy cat ears and slid over to him, smiling slightly maliciously. "Hello there, sir. I'm Alan, and I'm one of the head bartenders here at the Midnight Sun. Can I get you anything else? Another drink, perhaps? Could I set up your Nightfyres again, or would you prefer something else?" If Grant had sharp hearing, he might have noticed a slight clink whenever Alan moved, almost as though he had glass bottles in his coat. |
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Grant
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a total of five foot and eight inches, he is of an almost athletic build. No real meat on his bones, merely lean muscle. Adorned with the unfortunate body of the nekojin, he has a set of cat-like ears atop his head, while a tail sits at the edge of his tail bone. Both ears able to be independently moved, while the tail is a prehensile appendage all it's own. Most of his body covered in scrawled gold ink, which when put to his pale skin looks nearly invisible, however still stands out.
Clothes and Equipment: Nearly all the time, he wears a button up shirt. While it's color changes it is normally a short sleeve, even in the colder months. His pants generally hempen in make, knees of all his clothing always shredded and torn. The back side of which having a hole strictly to accommodate the tail. Underneath his shirt along the left side of his chest is a ladder of ring piercings.
His equipment aside that are just a scythe of strange make. The blade folds in on the staff, whilst it was still able to lock out with pure kinetic force. About half way down the shaft stands another secondary handle, as is most cases for actual scythes. Occasionally he adorns himself with a straight pipe, and puffing a generous amount of whatever herb he had at the time.
Registered: Sept 25, 2016 15:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Grant on Sept 28, 2016 11:16:51 GMT -8
Grant's ears flicked with each movement of the new tender that approached him, hearing the clink over the clatter of the bar room itself. Turning to see the man, he moved a hand down to one of his pockets, producing a small straight pipe. The end of which curved only slightly up, to crate a bowl for the herbs in the end. Putting the reed to his lips, he bit down gently to keep it in place before re-approaching the bar. Smiling around the lip piece, as he spoke, he gave indication that he'd always had the pipe in his lips, being able to speak without any form of lisp or stutter.
"If... you have a match that would be pleasant. Assuming I can smoke in here.."
He never made an address of what exactly was in the pipe, as the contents were finely ground, packed in such a way that it would burn down slow. Or possibly a spell put to the herbs inside to last a life-time? He seemed never to change the herbs, even when he'd pulled it free of it's resting place. It was already pre-packed, which was surprising to anyone who'd seen him pull it from his pockets. Then he spoke again, his eyes bright, as he tilted his head the slightest bit, ears flopping in a state of calm.
"No more drinks... thank you though.. I need to find something to calm my bloodlust.. Would you happen to know anyone looking for a fighter?"
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Sept 28, 2016 16:16:29 GMT -8
Alan nodded, pulling a small glass vial from his pocket. The boy with the fluffy ears was pretty funny to watch, and he figured he might be able to get some amusement out of him.
"I haven't got a match, but I can light your pipe with this here. Hold still."
He pulled the cap off the vial, and the liquid inside ignited instantly upon contact with the air. He held his little alchemical flame to the pipe to light it, then capped it again when he was done. The fire burned brightly inside for a second, then went out when the oxygen was burned up. He put away the vial, and smiled again. This boy with the adorable ears was talking about bloodlust? How much could he possibly have? The cat ears made him look as though all he cared about was milk and cotton candy.
"Bloodlust, eh? Well, that depends, then. We have lots of fighters coming in here looking for jobs all day and night. What makes you stand out from them, hmm? How much bloodlust do you have?"
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Grant
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a total of five foot and eight inches, he is of an almost athletic build. No real meat on his bones, merely lean muscle. Adorned with the unfortunate body of the nekojin, he has a set of cat-like ears atop his head, while a tail sits at the edge of his tail bone. Both ears able to be independently moved, while the tail is a prehensile appendage all it's own. Most of his body covered in scrawled gold ink, which when put to his pale skin looks nearly invisible, however still stands out.
Clothes and Equipment: Nearly all the time, he wears a button up shirt. While it's color changes it is normally a short sleeve, even in the colder months. His pants generally hempen in make, knees of all his clothing always shredded and torn. The back side of which having a hole strictly to accommodate the tail. Underneath his shirt along the left side of his chest is a ladder of ring piercings.
His equipment aside that are just a scythe of strange make. The blade folds in on the staff, whilst it was still able to lock out with pure kinetic force. About half way down the shaft stands another secondary handle, as is most cases for actual scythes. Occasionally he adorns himself with a straight pipe, and puffing a generous amount of whatever herb he had at the time.
Registered: Sept 25, 2016 15:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Grant on Sept 28, 2016 16:32:50 GMT -8
The herbs within the pipe lit, the alchemic flame died away to reveal a blue and green burning substance on the inside. Which only grew brighter as he inhaled a lungful, the smell that came from it, smelled of wolfsbane, a form of cannabinal, and few other indistinct smells natural to the world. The smoke drifted free of his nostrils as he pondered the question posed to him, the smoke was the oddest part, coming out red and dying to a white as it fell to the ground. His violet eyes danced a moment as his ears flicked back, while he came to rest at the counter of the bar, a finger at the end of the pipe tapping slowly.
"H'm.. How blood thirsty am I? Really... "
He tapped the pipe a few more times, before inhaling again. The herbs never seemed to fade from their colors, the cinders inside the end staying alight and never dying away to embers and dust. Blinking, his eyes focused on the tender in front of him, the violet fading to black. Red specks began to dot his eyes, as he tapped his pipe again, taking a third pull from the herbal infusion smiling some more.
"That... is not an easy question to answer. Being as I am, I wouldn't know how to answer. Possibly the bloody thirstiest, maybe just want a kill to stave off a hunger ingrained in me. Or perhaps... I just need to bathe in the blood of a few. Who knows?"
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Sept 28, 2016 17:16:51 GMT -8
Alan chuckled. This boy was so funny! The contrast between his harsh words and his fluffy features was just so great that the bartender couldn't help himself. He pulled a glass bottle of distilled giant spider venom from his pocket and took a small sip. It was his daily dose of poison, just to stay immune.
"Well then...in that case, why not join the Sun Marshals? They're always cruisin' down the street and kicking down doors and capturing criminals and the like. It seems like something you might enjoy. There's a good bit of fighting involved, I believe. However...you'd have to be good at it. Really good. How skilled are you, young man?"
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Grant
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a total of five foot and eight inches, he is of an almost athletic build. No real meat on his bones, merely lean muscle. Adorned with the unfortunate body of the nekojin, he has a set of cat-like ears atop his head, while a tail sits at the edge of his tail bone. Both ears able to be independently moved, while the tail is a prehensile appendage all it's own. Most of his body covered in scrawled gold ink, which when put to his pale skin looks nearly invisible, however still stands out.
Clothes and Equipment: Nearly all the time, he wears a button up shirt. While it's color changes it is normally a short sleeve, even in the colder months. His pants generally hempen in make, knees of all his clothing always shredded and torn. The back side of which having a hole strictly to accommodate the tail. Underneath his shirt along the left side of his chest is a ladder of ring piercings.
His equipment aside that are just a scythe of strange make. The blade folds in on the staff, whilst it was still able to lock out with pure kinetic force. About half way down the shaft stands another secondary handle, as is most cases for actual scythes. Occasionally he adorns himself with a straight pipe, and puffing a generous amount of whatever herb he had at the time.
Registered: Sept 25, 2016 15:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Grant on Sept 28, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
"Is a demonstration in need?"
Grant's words were slow, deliberate, as his lips pulled further around the pipe. Taking in another drag, before moving off his seat, walking slowly from the bar and towards the conversion counter. The coat hangers still held his "walking staff" against it, before he grabbed it and walked back to the counter. The blade embedded into the top of the staff glimmered in the soft dim light of the bar, before he set down the 24 odd little coins he had still. Smiling a bit, before speaking up again.
"I would like... one of those rings back please. As for how good I am, dunno, my record right now is sketchy.."
He says this to Alan, as he shouldered the staff breathing in deeply from his pipe once again. He honestly couldn't recount the many or few he'd fought, only knowing he had what would have been known as a Reaper's scythe.
"But... I will take your word, maybe these Sun Marshalls may be what I need."
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Sept 28, 2016 17:45:03 GMT -8
Alan spotted the blade in his staff and shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. He didn't want to start a barfight on his shift. Enough people got shanked already, he didn't need more. The boy certainly used an odd weapon, though. Alan gave him points for creativity.
"Oh no, that won't be necessary. You can put that away now, sir. As for the rings, you'd have to talk to A'lynn about that. He's the one who worries about exchanges, not me."
If Grant looked over to A'lynn, he would see the clerk throwing coins at Elin. The bartender seemed to be trying to ignore him, batting away the coins as they flew through the air. Still, a good number bounced off her head and chest, much to the amusement of the crowd. It seemed that A'lynn was only throwing small copper coins, rather than heavy golden ones.
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Grant
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a total of five foot and eight inches, he is of an almost athletic build. No real meat on his bones, merely lean muscle. Adorned with the unfortunate body of the nekojin, he has a set of cat-like ears atop his head, while a tail sits at the edge of his tail bone. Both ears able to be independently moved, while the tail is a prehensile appendage all it's own. Most of his body covered in scrawled gold ink, which when put to his pale skin looks nearly invisible, however still stands out.
Clothes and Equipment: Nearly all the time, he wears a button up shirt. While it's color changes it is normally a short sleeve, even in the colder months. His pants generally hempen in make, knees of all his clothing always shredded and torn. The back side of which having a hole strictly to accommodate the tail. Underneath his shirt along the left side of his chest is a ladder of ring piercings.
His equipment aside that are just a scythe of strange make. The blade folds in on the staff, whilst it was still able to lock out with pure kinetic force. About half way down the shaft stands another secondary handle, as is most cases for actual scythes. Occasionally he adorns himself with a straight pipe, and puffing a generous amount of whatever herb he had at the time.
Registered: Sept 25, 2016 15:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Grant on Sept 28, 2016 18:06:57 GMT -8
He laughed ever so gently, holding his weapon over his shoulder. Moving towards the counter that A'lynn sat behind. Grabbing his coin as it were, only to lay them atop the counter. His black eyes staring down at the man, over the edge of his pipe which the coals began to glow again. He inhaled deeply, before releasing a smoke ring from the side of his mouth, before speaking to the man.
"I would like to get one of the rings back.. I'm sure twenty-four of these sun-coin things should be enough.."
Then he pressed the medallions of metal back towards the man as he awaited the answer from the man who sat behind, having his own giddy fun with one of the other tenders, as well as the crowd. Tossing coins at the woman, which caught Grant's momentary attention. A slow soft laughter rolled from him, more of a boy-ish chuckle, though smoke rolled from his lips, before hereturned his attention back to the man.
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Sept 28, 2016 19:08:55 GMT -8
A'lynn turned his attention away from tormenting his co-worker and looked to Grant, still chuckling.
"Hmm? What's that? Oh, the rings? Yeah, sure. Here you go."
He took the coins, counting them out carefully before flicking them one at a time into a small drawer in the desk. He pulled out the golden ring and handed it to Grant, smiling.
"Here you go, sir. One golden ring. Please enjoy the rest of your day! I know I will."
With that, he flipped a coin all the way across the room towards Elin. The golden Sun sailed through the air before falling right into Elin's corset, to the cheers of the crowd. Elin was less than pleased, and stormed off back behind the bar to sulk and fish the coin out. A'lynn chuckled.
"I love doing that. Coins are so much fun to play with, don't you agree? So shiny and smooth and round..."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 29, 2016 8:51:51 GMT -8
Entering the Midnight Sun, Grandma waved a server over, giving them instructions to bring Zephiros up to her rooms when he came to the Midnight Sun. That done, Grandma headed off to her rooms on the third floor, cane tapping as she slowly made her way up the stairs. The prospect of helping shape someone so young… This could prove to be quite an enjoyable thing!
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Zephiros
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 19
Physical Description: Zephiros is not the most muscled of individuals, having a rather average build for someone his age who is physically active. He has blonde hair that reaches his neck and green eyes. He stands at about 5'10'' in height.
He appears to be somewhat younger than he actually is, and he has yet to decide if this is a good thing or not.
Clothes and Equipment: Zephiros wears a variety of things, though most of the times he prefers to wear his trusty jacket. It has a hood with fur on the fringes and is a tan color outside and orange inside. This is the only article of clothing he wears consistently. It acts very well as a windbreaker and rain coat as well.
He also carries with him a wooden carved flute. carved along the flute's length are many ornate designs depicting various creatures and symbols. All of these symbols and other carvings hold meaning to Zephiros and the flute itself also has sentimental value to him for reasons he does not share.
Registered: May 24, 2016 20:11:58 GMT -8
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Post by Zephiros on Sept 29, 2016 9:18:53 GMT -8
Zephiros would stroll into the Midnight Sun not long afterward, hands buried casually in his windbreaker as he looked around the interior of the place. It was quite a nice bar, nicer than any he had ever seen before. Then again, he didn't go to bars very often. He would inform one of the nearby staff that he was here to see Grandma, at first wondering if they would understand who he was talking about or wondering if he was inquiring about his own grandma.
Of course, the server knew exactly who he was talking about and would lead him upstairs out of the bustling and loud bar area and into the quieter rooms upstairs. Once they reached Grandma's rooms he would thank the server before opening the door and walking in.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 29, 2016 9:34:22 GMT -8
Zephiros would find Grandma in her rocking chair, knitting away at hand warmers. Across from her were several other chairs Zephiros could seat himself in.
“Ah, there you are, come in and make yourself comfortable. Coffee, tea, a stronger drink?”
A strangely emotionless looking maid would emerge from the corner of the room, holding a tray and apparently ready to take Zephiros’ order. Grandma already had a cup of tea, sitting on a table to the side of her chair.
“So tell me your story, how did you get into the Sun Marshal’s? I heard something about a tournament but never got a chance to view it myself.”
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Zephiros
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 19
Physical Description: Zephiros is not the most muscled of individuals, having a rather average build for someone his age who is physically active. He has blonde hair that reaches his neck and green eyes. He stands at about 5'10'' in height.
He appears to be somewhat younger than he actually is, and he has yet to decide if this is a good thing or not.
Clothes and Equipment: Zephiros wears a variety of things, though most of the times he prefers to wear his trusty jacket. It has a hood with fur on the fringes and is a tan color outside and orange inside. This is the only article of clothing he wears consistently. It acts very well as a windbreaker and rain coat as well.
He also carries with him a wooden carved flute. carved along the flute's length are many ornate designs depicting various creatures and symbols. All of these symbols and other carvings hold meaning to Zephiros and the flute itself also has sentimental value to him for reasons he does not share.
Registered: May 24, 2016 20:11:58 GMT -8
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Post by Zephiros on Sept 29, 2016 9:50:16 GMT -8
Zephiros would seat himself in one of the chairs across from Grandma. The emotionless maid was slightly unsettling to him, but he would politely decline any offered drinks for now, and instead he would focus on his new trainer as she spoke, his green eyes seeming tentative about what they saw.
He would eventually clear his throat and begin to speak in reply to Grandma's question, though, "Oh, well... I signed up for the tournament here in Isra. It was more of a spur of the moment decision, I saw that they were looking for some fighters and I saw it as an opportunity to become a bit more well known around here since I just arrived. It was important to me to establish some sort of reputation at least, as a musician. I will admit I got a bit farther than I expected, though, and I would never have thought I would end up with a job as a secret operative or anything like that."
Zephiros shrugged, "But yeah, I made it to the finals and lost to Aegon in a close magic duel. He said he was holding back, though. He also got invited to be a Sun Marshal."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 29, 2016 10:37:54 GMT -8
Grandma continues to knit as she listens to Zephiros’ story, needles clacking quietly as she finishes a hand warmer, placing it aside and starting a new one. As he finishes his tale, she places her knitting aside, fixing the young man with a curious gaze.
“A musician you say… That is quite intriguing. I’m surprised you decided to join the Sun Marshal’s almost, but you’re young, so I suppose having as many experiences as you can is a good thing. Are you sure this is what you want, though? I know you already signed up, but the look in your eyes doesn’t strike me as one of someone who will do anything they are ordered, regardless of how unsavory that might be. Don’t take this as an insult, but I wouldn’t want to be the one to shatter your innocence if you aren’t truly prepared…”
Although her statement might seem rather harsh to Zephiros, it is clear from her tone she truly concerned for his well-being. After all, the Sun Marshal’s aren’t for those of the faint of heart.
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Grant
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at a total of five foot and eight inches, he is of an almost athletic build. No real meat on his bones, merely lean muscle. Adorned with the unfortunate body of the nekojin, he has a set of cat-like ears atop his head, while a tail sits at the edge of his tail bone. Both ears able to be independently moved, while the tail is a prehensile appendage all it's own. Most of his body covered in scrawled gold ink, which when put to his pale skin looks nearly invisible, however still stands out.
Clothes and Equipment: Nearly all the time, he wears a button up shirt. While it's color changes it is normally a short sleeve, even in the colder months. His pants generally hempen in make, knees of all his clothing always shredded and torn. The back side of which having a hole strictly to accommodate the tail. Underneath his shirt along the left side of his chest is a ladder of ring piercings.
His equipment aside that are just a scythe of strange make. The blade folds in on the staff, whilst it was still able to lock out with pure kinetic force. About half way down the shaft stands another secondary handle, as is most cases for actual scythes. Occasionally he adorns himself with a straight pipe, and puffing a generous amount of whatever herb he had at the time.
Registered: Sept 25, 2016 15:01:18 GMT -8
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Post by Grant on Sept 29, 2016 18:51:19 GMT -8
Grant simply took the ring from the counter, lifting it up the inside of his shirt as his finger slipped the ring through it's rightful hole in his flesh and around the rib it rested. A sigh of a content escaping his lips, only to turn from the man and the counter, heading out of the door. Breathing on his pipe, before turning as he opened the door, releasing a giant ball of smoke. It was almost ironic.. Because once the smoke dropped and faded, Grant was gone, headed to the headquarters of the Sun Marshalls.
This task in it's happenstance would also be his downfall, he had no idea where he was actually going and ended up heading further into the city, to wander aimlessly, for a little while at least.
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